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Yesterday I was at a baseball game, wearing shorts and a t-shirt, careful to slather sun screen on. It was pretty hot, a typical summer day.

Coming back from the game, the fog started rolling in quickly, a fairly unusual sight for Buenos Aires, despite its location right on the River Plate. By nightfall, it had gotten a bit chilly and very cloudy, closing the curtains to the full moon show which I was looking forward to watching. I hope some of you saw and and photographed it.

This morning, I awake to a typical fall Sunday: cloudy, a bit chilly, empty streets except for some revelers getting back from a very late (early?) evening out in the town.

I look out my window and the trees say: Hello, Fall! But I am still confused by the palm trees who, like me, want to fly North for the Winter. North?